Gossipy Twitbull

Overheard earlier today:

Arthur: I don’t know, Grace. It was like he was worshipping me, or something. And he kept giving me biscuits! He never does that on account of my diet.
Grace: I couldn’t believe my eyes. I mean, why is he worshipping you and not me? I am the brains of the outfit, after all. You are-well you were-the muscle. Now you’re just the flab…
Arthur: Oh hey, Gracie, that’s a bit rich. Last time I saw your waist Queen Victoria was on the throne.
Grace: Oh don’t be ridiculous. The truth is, daddy seems to have had a mental aberration and got us mixed up. I am Queen Grace, after all. Now I suggest we say no more of this. We don’t want that ginger twitbull picking up on this. Size of his mouth, it’ll be all over the kennels by tomorrow.

Ha! Too late, Miss Poshpaws Grace-heard every word! Ginger twitbull indeed-serves them well right. I’ve got the pictures, too…..
In other news….Ginger had visitors, and mum got out her red clipboard…paws crossed…
Lola is doing well after her spay. Well, she’d be doing even better if she didn’t shred the post…
Mum tried grooming Fuzzface. He hates it. Fuss? You’ve never seen the like. In the end mum blew a huge raspberry at him and he went nuts, tearing round and round laughing and laughing. Strange fellow…

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